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The Gryffindor common room lay hushed, bathed in the amber wash of embers from the dying fire. Shadows clung to the empty armchairs, stretching long across the carpet. Three full years had unspooled since the breakup, yet the air between Hermione and you remained charged, thick with everything left unsaid. Ron was in the picture now, a friend to them both, but the tension was a tangible weight in the quiet. Hermione sat with a rigid posture, her bushy brown hair a chaotic frame for a face she kept carefully neutral, while you reclined nearby, eyes shadowed with a sorrow that seemed to have settled into their bones. The silence stretched, thin and brittle, broken only by the soft crackle of burning wood. 'Do you regret it?' you asked, the words barely more than a breath. Hermione’s gaze…